Don't ask me why I made three guy friends watch porn together. Honestly. don't even comment about it. Idk why. I had to add this little A/N in here because I just.... whatever. Enjoy LOOOL
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Chapter 3.
As one girl on the screen moaned, I felt a stirring in my groin. Trevor and I always watch porn together, 99.9% of it being lesbian porn of course.
Trevor's brother, Mark, sat on the yellow beanbag chair in the corner, also watching it with us. Trevor was casually sprawled on the bed, laying on his stomach with his chin resting on his arms.
"Damn," he breathed. "I love this."
"Yeah, we know," Mark rolled his eyes. "But you wanna know who that one chick looks like?"
"Which one?" I asked, looking between the blonde and brunette who were currently in a locker room naked, feeling each other up and sucking each other's faces. I tilted my head to the side.
"The brunette," Mark said. "She looks exactly like Mila Kunis."
"No way!" Trevor frowned, shaking his head. "Not even."
"Yeah, Trevor look at her!" Mark pointed at the screen. "When the camera ever decides to get a good look at her face, you'll see what I mean."
"What if it is Mila Kunis?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows. Mark's jaw dropped in mock-surprise as he looked at me.
"Oh my god, Nate, what if it is?" He shouted. Trevor looked between the both of us, giving us strange looks.
"Are y'all good?" He asked, shaking his head. Mark scoffed, and raised his eyebrows at his brother.
"Is y'all from the mountains?" He asked. "Is y'all a y'alliler from the mountains Treva?"
Trevor stared blankly at me, while I tried so hard not to burst out laughing. He then snorted and looked back at his older brother.
"You're a retard," he said. Mark laughed, and looked at me suggestively.
"Mark, you're not a retard, don't let mean ol' Trevor put you down," I smirked. I could feel Trevor's eyes on me as Mark winked at me.
"Aw, Nathan babe, you're so amazing," he said. "Seriously, so amazing."
"Aw boo," I said, getting a kick out of bugging Trevor. Mark and I were always pretending to flirt and shit around Trevor because we love how uncomforatable he gets.
When I glanced over at Trevor, he was just sitting there watching the video. He looked kind of pissed, and sometimes I wonder why he gets so mad when he knows we're joking?
I mean. he knows we're joking right. Looking at Mark, he just rolled his eyes and gave me a look that told me not to worry about it. But I couldn't help it.
So. the three of us watched all the videos Mark got, and I think it's safe to say that by the time we finished, well....let's just say I'll need to be seeing my girlfriend tonight. I sat there on the bed, trying to hide the fact I was extremely horny as hell right now.
"Well, now here's the awkward aftermath," Trevor muttered. "Three horny guys not knowing what to do."
"We could help each other out," I joked, running my fingers through my hair. Mark just laughed as he texted on his phone, but when I looked over at Trevor he was staring right at me.
"I was kidding," I said, embarrassed that he thought I was being serious. I mean, come on, I'm not that bad at joking am I? Trevor cleared his throat, and shrugged.
"Well, you wanna stay the night man?" He asked. "My parents are going to be gone all weekend."
"Really? What for?"
"A close friend of theirs died," Mark chimed in, his eyes glued to his phone. "I think it was a friend from highschool or something?"
"Yeah, they won't be back until Monday," Trevor shrugged. "I'm not complaining but you know....I'm BORED AS HELL GOD."
"Hey!" Mark snapped. "I'm here with you?"
"YOU'RE BORING!" Trevor threw a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face. I burst out laughing when Mark fell back from the force.
"Yeah, Trev, I'll stay the night but I'll need to go home and grab shit."
Trevor gave me a blank look. "Nate, how long have we been friends for? Everytime you stay the night the both of us end up in our boxers anyways. And if you wanted clothes to wear I got some, right? I got you, man!"
I smirked. "Okay, well, whatever floats your boat."
Mark raised an eyebrow at us, looking back and forth from Trevor and I."You guys wanna get out of my room now?"
"Oh, right sorry," Trevor said and jumped off the bed. "Come on Nate, we don't need this loser."
"Yeah," I said teasingly. "LOOOOOOOSER." I formed an 'L' on my forehand with my hand, sticking my tongue out at Mark. He just flipped me off as I shut the door behind me.
Trevor and I always stay the night at each other's houses. Today's Friday so it's not a big deal, although even on weekdays I'll just casually sleep at his house. My parents honestly couldn't care less. I mean, as long as I do well in school, avoid knocking my girlfriend up and do work around the house every now and then, my parents basically let me do whatever I want. Which is pretty fair because I'm such an angel.
At least when they're around.
I was sitting on Trevor's bed while he was in the shower. The only noise going on in the room was the low music from Trev's ipod, and the sound of the water jets from the bathroom -- which was actually attached to Trevor's room.
Trevor's family is filthy rich. I mean filthy rich. Both of his parents are very successful -- his dad a Doctor and his mom a high-ranked Psychologist. Then, at the same time Mark works at a warehouse which pays pretty well so that's a bonus to the household.
However, Trevor and his family aren't stereotypical rich snobs. No, they're nothing like that. They don't go around buying whatever they can just because they can, and they sure as hell don't rub their wealth in people's faces. Actually, Trevor's parents are really cool and I consider them as second parents if that makes sense.
I was just casually staring at the ceiling when I heard the shower turn off. I could hear Trevor humming some random tune before the door opened a few moments later. The entire bathroom was filled with steam, and Trevor walked out with a white towel wrapped around his waist.
"Hey man," he nodded his head, walking over to his drawers. I could feel my cheeks reddening at the sight of him in nothing but a towel and immediately I was confused as to why. It's not like I've never seen my best friend in a towel before. Hell, we've seen each other naked! We used to take baths together when we were babies!
"Sup," I said, trying not to look at him when he was like that. But something kept dragging my eyes over to his half-naked body as it was searching for clothes. I've never really paid attention to Trevor's body -- especially when he was in just a towel. I mean, really, why would I ever even get a second glimpse at him? That's just wrong, right?
But now as I'm looking at him -- actually looking at him, the way the muscles in his back tensed as he rummaged through the drawers, or the way water droplets kept sneaking trails down his toned chest, disappearing into that white towel.
Nathan, stop! What the fuck?
Oh my god, I cannot believe what just went on in my head. Quickly looking away, I was so embarrassed. Thank God Trevor was too busy to not see that I was literally just checking him out.
I mean, friends can....look at each other, right? I'm pretty sure sometimes you can't help but look at people who are in nothing but a towel. Right? Right?
"Nathan." I snapped out of my thoughts as Trevor called my name. When I looked at him, he was already dressed in a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.
"Sorry," I laughed. "I was just thinking about something."
"Your girlfriend?" He teased, sitting on the bed next to me. I nodded my head absentmindedly, and Trevor chuckled.
"Dude, you're so whipped," he nudged my arm. I snorted.
"So? There's nothing wrong with being in love with your girlfriend," I nudged him back. Trevor looked at me, his eyes boring into mine.
"Do you seriously love her, Nate?" He asked me. I glanced down at my lap, shrugging.
"Yeah," I said, simply. Trevor raised an eyebrow. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me as I stared down at my lap, avoiding his eyes.
"How do you know?"
This question kind of startled me. Looking up at Trevor, I saw he was looking at me intently. Suddenly I didn't really know what to say.
"Uh....u-uh, well I...." I stopped for a moment, thinking about Tracy. I mean, I do love her. I'm so in love with her, so why was I having trouble answering this question?
"You're just gonna make fun of me like you always do, dickface," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"No, I won't."
"You've never been in love before, so you don't know what it's like," I told him, furrowing my eyebrows. I swear we've been over this a million times.
Trevor frowned, and sighed as he looked away for a second before shrugging his shoulders.
"Okay, fine. I don't. So tell me what it's like." I tried to ignore the slight sharpness in his voice.
"I don't know, man," I said. "Tracy's just so...perfect. She's everything I want in a girl, and even more, you know? My stomach literally leaps everytime I see her, and...god, I hate talking to you about this."
"Why?" Trevor scowled, his eyes narrowing at me. I couldn't help but smirk at his reaction, and gave him a look.
"You really want to listen to my love life with Tracy?" I pressed.
"No," Trevor rolled his eyes and leaned back so his head resting against the wall. I couldn't help but worry about him a little today. He was acting kind of...strange. Not just today, I've noticed that for a while now he's been kind of weird. Always getting pissed easily, barking about Tracy, looking all stressed out.
"Are you on your man-period?" I asked. Trevor raised an eyebrow at me, and a smirk crept onto his face.
"Why would you think that, fairy?" Ugh, again with the nickname.
"You seem kinda stressed lately. You alright, man?" I moved closer to him so I could place a hand on his shoulder. For a second I could have sworn I felt Trevor tense up a bit, but I just told myself I was imagining things and looked at him in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine," he smiled. "Are you alright? You seem kinda..."
"Kind of...?"
"Gay."
I punched him in the arm. Trevor flinched at my blow, and glared at me as he rubbed his arm. "Jesus, Nate, why do you get all defensive when I bring up the gay topic?"
"Because a straight guy doesn't like to be called gay, you sack of homos!"
Trevor snorted. "Why, don't tell me you got a problem with gay people?" He looked at me as he waited for my answer, and when I just stared at him blankly he furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're homophobic?" He asked, his voice low.
"No, obviously not you asshole," I said. "Why would I be....no, I'm not, jeez. Tracy's brother's gay, there's no way I would be able to be a homophobe." I don't even know why I brought up Dillon, like what the heck does he have to do with anything?
"Uh-huh," Trevor said, his eyes searching my face. "So, you're saying you're secretly gay and have a thing for Dillon."
"What the heck, Trevor? I didn't even say that. You're such an asswipe."
"Nathan how dare you say that to me?" He demanded in a posh-accent.
"Midget-dick," I muttered under my breath. Trevor cracked a smirk and leaned towards me.
"That's not what your girlfriend said last night," he whispered, wiggling his eyebrows. I pushed him in the chest, watching him laugh as he almost fell off the bed.
I couldn't help but notice how Trevor's eyes crinkle when he laughs. He has such a contagious laugh, it's like everytime he laughs, you just automatically laugh as well. Which is what I was doing right now.
"I love you, Nate," he laughed, ruffling my hair. I rolled my eyes, but smirked at him.
"Yeah, ditto."
Trevor stopped laughing, and glared at me playfully. "You gotta say it back!"
"I did, I said ditto which means 'back at you'."
Trevor shook his head, and pretended to look at me seductively as he got on his hands and knees.
"You don't love me?" He asked.
"You know I love you, Trevor," I raised an eyebrow. Trevor and I are literally inseperable. We've been friends for seventeen years, we're practically brothers.
"You sure?" He whispered, gently pushing me down on the bed. I know that Trevor always jokes around like this, but this time I just kind of looked at him like 'what the hell are you up to?'
"Trevor, are you--"
"Am I okay? Yeah, I'm fine." He was practically ontop of me now, holding up his weight so none of it got on me. I couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms as he held himself up, and my cheeks began to heat up.
"You're blushing, Nate," he smirked. Great, exposed much? But seriously what the fuck is Trevor doing?
"Trevor."
Suddenly, he started grinding his hips on me. My eyes were literally popping out of my face as I looked up at him. Trevor just looked at me mischievously as he slowly rocked his hips against mine, our jeans rubbing together. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
"T-T-T--" I stuttered, grabbing onto his arms as I prepared to push him away. Okay, if he's joking then this is kind of going too far. Right?
Trevor looked down at me, his green eyes darkening as he continued to rock against me. I still had my hands on his arms, and I could feel the hard muscles under my palms.
I let out a moan when he kept going, and right after that sound came out of my mouth I instantly regretted it. I looked at Trevor in horror, and suddenly he stopped.
"Woah, Nate," Trevor grinned at me, shifting back to where he was sitting originally. "You got some sexy bedroom noises, don't ya?"
"Trevor, what the fuck?" I growled, looking at him. "What the hell was that all about?" I glanced down at my crotch, and of course there just had to be a bulge in my jeans. Fuck my life.
Trevor shrugged, casually turning on the TV. "Just wanted to fuck with you."
"You just wanted to fuck with me," I muttered, my heart still pounding rapidly from the previous moment. "Trev, are you actually being serious right now? That was so fucking gay of you to do that."
"So what?"
So what. That was his brilliant response. I just stared at him in disbelief while his eyes remained on the TV, ignoring my frustrated gaze. Like really, who does that? Who grinds on someone, gets them all hot and bothered and then just hops off them like it was nothing? Especially when we're both guys?
Right. Trevor does that. Of course.
Despite how that was just completely random and weird, what really pissed me off was the fact that I liked it. Clearly, the bulge in my pants screams everything. I kept sneaking glances over at Trevor, wondering what was seriously going on in that weird head of his, but right now I was mentally freaking out because my jeans were now really tight.
Because of Trevor. My best friend.
Okay, maybe something incredibly wrong is happening. Not just with Trevor, but with me. Trevor always jokes around sexually with me, and all this time I've just kind of went along with it.
Except for now. This time, it was real. And not even Trevor can deny that much.
Trevor and I just spent the next few hours watching movies, and even though we were both acting as if the 'thing' didn't happen, I couldn't help but feel flustered.
Like shit, I didn't want him to stop. And that really, really scares the crap out of me.
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Just throwing this out there! A lot of people, for some weird reason, aren't able to view Chapter 4. SO. If you can't view Chapter 4, it's okay because I uploaded it again after the Epilogue!! Sorry for any inconvenience. Hopefully you can see the chapter anyways!!
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